Ruffled Lampshade

A long time ago I thrifted some really fun milk-glass lamps. I instantly fell in love with them, but they were shadeless. For months I had searched high and low to find the perfectly-shaped shade and, I was convinced, it was not to be found. So I settled on regular-shaped shades instead.

I found some fabric from my stash that would accent my bedroom (and "new" table) and decided upon white pompom trim for the bottom. Well, that's been the hold-up for a year and a half. I could not find white pompom trim. Every. Single. Time I would go into the fabric store, they would have pompom trim in every color under the sun. Except white. I had a teensy bit left from Spenser's Easter capelet, but it was only enough for one lampshade.

Well, maybe the white, pompom-fringed lampshade was never meant to be because a few weeks ago I had the brilliant idea to make ruffles for the lampshade. And as soon as I received said inspiration, I could not rest until they were finished. And really, it only took part of a rainy Saturday afternoon.

I am so very pleased with them. I guess good things do come to those who wait. And my poor little milk-glass lamps were very patient for a year and a half.

Randomness:

• On Tuesday afternoon I was outside spray-painting a picture frame. I was returning to spray on another coat, shook the can and, as soon as I bent over, heard the sound of someone running up behind me at full speed. I seriously thought I was about to be attacked right in front of my house. I spun around to see a deer (!!) running down my sidewalk, just 5-6 feet away. It scared the living daylights out of me. Of course I jumped 50 feet in the air and screamed. With a witness down the street. I can't seem to do anything without being seen these days.
• A quick knee update: Still bruised. It has been almost six weeks. SIX! I also have a pocket of water on my left kneecap. It hurts both knees to wear jeans. Especially if I have to bend them to go up or down stairs. The bruise from my chicken coop fall is still on my shin. That has been just over six weeks. My shin is still tender, too. Even knee-high socks hurt my shin. (I did start running again, but the knee has me sidelined again.)
• I stink at Advent. The first night I put red pens in the stocking for the children's scriptures. I made Sawyer cry. When I asked him what was wrong, he answered (through his sobs), "I don't have any scriptures." Broke my heart. I guess he will be getting his very own for Christmas. At the tender age of three. Gotta love him.
• Last night, I forgot about Advent. Until five of the six kids were in bed.

I guess that's all for now.